Leaves and windows

[avad]

Carving wood in my basement studio...covered in sawdust...listening to Amon Tobin. My moods have been much better. Every once in a while I take a break and dust myself off, take off my goggles and peer around. The light is grey and wet. I stare at the windows and find even the cobwebs interesting. I get my camera and lose myself in details..time folds...and once again I feel odd, awake and dreaming. My love calls me up for a dinner he made.(!):) My eyes are still 'on'...everything sparkles..the moisture on my glass...the beads of oil in the salad dressing...the colors of plate and metal shining...the angles and placement perfect, I am cropping perfect compositions everywhere I gaze..it is all just too much.
These are bits from the windows downstairs....there are paintings everywhere I look..

Comments

Beauty

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Sometimes I get this feeling you're describing - everything in the universe turns to a perfect kind of beauty, and a sense of awe washes over me. It strikes me how perfect contrast and universal coordination appear amidst the things we take for granted. The universe is truly exquisite, when you are able to look at it in this light. It is wonderful.

Re: Beauty

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:)it is.:)